RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking down trails of the past, ones left etched in this
photographic memory, all details, thoughts and ideas are
permanently etched upon its screen.
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Music playing, rhythms testing each sound
mathematically, creating directly from
intellect.
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Looking out a second story window across an asphalt
parking lot, seeing trees, some filled totally with
yellow blossoms.
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Young people will be talking about how their socialist
countries had lied throughout the years, telling them
they lived in the richest and most prosperous country
in the world.
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Listening to this twenty-five year old woman, thinking
back to my own childhood, the freedom we had to think
and grow intellectually, developing our innate talents.
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Listening to a song, lyrics stating this is going to
be the best day of my life, thinking about what these
young people are telling us.
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Here in America we teach our children to never, ever give
up, there's nothing that can keep you from your dreams,
because freedom allows everyone to be who they were meant
to be.
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Sitting in the lobby here at AZTV, writing in a little
nook near windows, enjoying an interior view of what's
going on outside.
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Casting eyes on mountains a little way down the road
in front of this poet, loving the way its stature and
foliage is naturally formed.
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Surrounded by all types of cacti from this Arizona desert
state, loving their atmospheres of "stay back", "don't
touch", needles standing erectly up and down their essences.
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